#alex dash.

[ofsundays]

closed starter: @kcarneys

where: the silver spoon

alex had picked the silver spoon on purpose, not because it was impressive, but because it wasn’t. the kind of place that hadn’t changed much in years, vinyl booths cracked just enough to prove they were used, chrome edges dulled by time. it felt safe. he slid into the booth across from declan, shrugging out of his coat and placing it beside him. “i figured this place was better than somewhere too quiet,” he said lightly, already reaching for the menu even though he knew it by heart. his eyes looked up, meeting declan’s for a beat longer than necessary before he looked away again, pretending to study the options. “they still do breakfast all day,” he added, like it was vital information that no one in town knew, even though they all did. “and the coffee’s… drinkable. which is the main reason i’m here.” there was a pause; “glad you were able to squeeze me into your busy schedule,” he spoke playfully.

[ofsundays]

who: alex + open (0/2)

where: new years picnic

alex had shown up earlier than most, bundled in a heavy coat, hands wrapped around a paper cup of coffee as the square slowly came back to life. the night before still lingered in the air, stray glitter on the pavement, the quiet aftermath of celebration: but this felt gentler, meant for kids tugging mittens on and parents moving at half speed.

he lingered near the edge of the picnic tables, watching volunteers set things up, offering help where he could before being waved off with familiar smiles. it was the kind of morning he liked, unhurried, forgiving. when he finally settled, he glanced up as someone approached, a soft smile already there.

“rough night?” he asked lightly, nodding toward the late start and the bundled families trickling in. “i figured if the fireworks are the last thing we see this season, we might as well ease into it.” he shifted his cup from one hand to the other, posture open. “you sticking around for the whole thing, or just passing through?”